Tantrum: Daily Post Prompt

Tantrum: aka paddy, throwing one’s toys out of the pram, hissy fit, showing off.

I cannot abide kids that misbehave or have paddies in the middle of the supermarket.

You may remember this ad from years ago when the kid starts to play up so Mum beats him to it.
Wouldn’t we all love to do just that.

Tantrums don’t work with me, or Hubby for that matter. We are more than likely to leave the kid sprawled on the ground kicking and screaming until he/she realises we’re not there to witness it (and are in the next aisle, so not far away).
The Terrible Twos I think they call it, or is it the Trying Threes, Frustrating Fours or Fussy Fives?
A Brat by any other name is still a Brat.

There’s a lot to be said for not having kids of my own so I can armchair criticise to my heart’s content.
With the lads in my care, I said I was proud to take them anywhere with me, but they only had to show me up once, and that would be it. The youngest tested me, and they both lost out. Ho hum. I don’t make ‘threats’ I don’t intend to carry out, neither did I make promises if there was even the remotest chance I couldn’t keep them.

It’s not just kids that have tantrums though is it?
I’ve ‘lost it’ on more than one occasion as an adult, and once I realise that, I’m overcome with embarrassment at my stupid actions.
Kids can make you laugh or cry, they have the excuse of age on their side and sometimes it can be quite amusing how they act out. You just have to make sure they don’t see your smile.
Adults just make you sigh…………. or cringe!

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